I'll Be Home...

by Tate James

Sending the Christmas hating Grinch to Vogue Magazine’s Prettiest Place for Christmas was one thing. But this was a hundred times worse for me, because there was only one orphanage in Northland… and it was the one I’d grown up in. Fuck that. No way in hell I’ll be going home for Christmas. Not this year, not any year.

A girl never forgot her first love, and in my case, I had three. That shit stuck on the mind and soul for eternity.

Frost scoffed a bitter laugh, circling the counter to where I sat on a bar stool. “I said, shut up.” He gripped my face in one hand, his fingers tight on my jaw. I narrowed my eyes. “Make me.” Heat cut through the cold of his gaze, and his lips tilted in a smirk just a split second before his lips met mine in a soul shattering kind of kiss.

“Oh,” Nick murmured. “That was Frost flirting? Fucking weird but alright, who am I to judge?”

Nick scoffed. “We were never just friends, Rayne. You were—are—the sun of our solar system.”

Firecracker, you can’t close the book on the past until you write the end of that story. The only one who can write the ending is you.”

I chose you from day one. I’m always going to choose you. The people who hurt you? They are choosing to die. The only thing that’s left is how we take them out.”